The signature at the bottom of the document made my fingers go numb.<\/p>\n
I stared at it under the kitchen light, reading the name again and again.<\/p>\n
Daniel Anderson.<\/p>\n
For a moment, I couldn\u2019t understand what I was seeing.<\/p>\n
The room was silent except for the ticking clock above the refrigerator.<\/p>\n
Michael watched me carefully.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom,\u201d he said softly.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know this is a lot.\u201d\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked up.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is this?\u201d\u201d<\/p>\n
He took a deep breath.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s something I found while going through my university records.\u201d\u201d<\/p>\n
I placed the paper on the table.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy would your father\u2019s name be on a document from the scholarship office?\u201d\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael sat down across from me.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause he wasn\u2019t just trying to help me.\u201d\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d\u201d<\/p>\n
He rubbed his hands together nervously.<\/p>\n
\u201cAfter I got accepted, I found out Dad had been contacting the university for months.\u201d\u201d<\/p>\n
I frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cContacting them?\u201d\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael looked away.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s what I wanted to understand.\u201d\u201d<\/p>\n
He pushed another folder toward me.<\/p>\n
Inside were printed emails.<\/p>\n
The first one was from Daniel.<\/p>\n
I read it slowly.<\/p>\n
I want to make sure my son receives the opportunities he deserves. His mother has sacrificed enough.<\/em><\/p>\n My eyes burned.<\/p>\n For a second, I felt something I hadn\u2019t allowed myself to feel in years.<\/p>\n Hope.<\/p>\n Maybe Daniel had changed.<\/p>\n Maybe after all this time, he finally understood what he had done.<\/p>\n But then I read the next message.<\/p>\n My hope disappeared.<\/p>\n The email wasn\u2019t about apologizing.<\/p>\n It was about control.<\/p>\n Daniel had asked the university to make him the \u201cprimary family contact\u201d for Michael\u2019s achievements.<\/p>\n He wanted updates.<\/p>\n He wanted recognition.<\/p>\n He wanted everyone to know he was involved.<\/p>\n Even though he wasn\u2019t.<\/p>\n I slowly closed my eyes.<\/p>\n \u201cHe wanted credit.\u201d\u201d<\/p>\n Michael nodded.<\/p>\n \u201cExactly.\u201d\u201d<\/p>\n I looked at my son.<\/p>\n \u201cHow did you find this?\u201d\u201d<\/p>\n He hesitated.<\/p>\n \u201cBecause I was looking into something else.\u201d\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat?\u201d\u201d<\/p>\n Michael looked uncomfortable.<\/p>\n \u201cDad\u2019s business.\u201d\u201d<\/p>\n I sat back.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat does that have to do with anything?\u201d\u201d<\/p>\n Michael opened another file.<\/p>\n \u201cMom, did you know Dad\u2019s company almost went bankrupt three years ago?\u201d\u201d<\/p>\n I shook my head.<\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t follow his life.\u201d\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI know.\u201d\u201d<\/p>\n His voice softened.<\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s why I didn\u2019t tell you.\u201d\u201d<\/p>\n I looked at the papers.<\/p>\n Daniel\u2019s company.<\/p>\n Financial records.<\/p>\n Legal documents.<\/p>\n I didn\u2019t understand all of it.<\/p>\n But I understood one thing.<\/p>\n He was struggling.<\/p>\n \u201cHe needed me,\u201d I whispered.<\/p>\n Michael nodded.<\/p>\n \u201cNot exactly.\u201d\u201d<\/p>\n I looked confused.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHe needed my name.\u201d\u201d<\/p>\n The words landed like a stone.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat?\u201d\u201d<\/p>\n Michael pointed at the documents.<\/p>\n \u201cDad wanted me to sign papers when I was eighteen. 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